Letting children loose in public is stupid
Parenting isn’t what is used to be. Slapping, spanking and yanking of the arm are not very PC nowadays. The disciplinary reins have been dropped and now, children are reining in the hell that I call my life. “Go ahead Chase, do whatever you want.” You’ll hear a parent encourage their little cyclone. “Who would care that you act like a complete banshee? Surely, not the brooding fellow over there staring angrily at us, typing away on his computer. Because everyone loves children.” With that starter’s pistol of positive reinforcement firing, Jordan, Baxter and/or Dylan, run a muck, afoul and afoot; knocking, picking and screaming their way across my last good nerve. Rolling of the eyes and loud sighs have little effect on the unaware. Pause only happens when the precious occasionally jams something in its food-stained little face. Since there is no such thing as karma, they’ll never choke on it. Good job, buddy. Have another ice-cream, anything to temporarily fill weekend dad’s hollow attempts of parenting. Overjoyed, he looks on with pride and obliviousness.
